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Chapter 3

"What?" he answered the door bluntly. "I'm busy." he stated once he realized who it was and moved to close the door in my face.

"Wait," I placed my hand on the door to keep it from being shut. "I wanted to apologize about earlier." My father gave me a look that said he in no way believed I was ever going to apologize to him and normally I wouldn't. We are both far to much alike in our stubborness and whether he saw it in himself or not he definetly saw it in me. I am just so sick of clashing swords with him every other day. "Please," I pleaded "can I come in?"

With a reluctant sigh, he stepped aside to allow me through the doorway. The hallway was not a good place for this conversation. I looked around the room taking in the familar surroundings. There was an extremely beautiful desk in the center of the room, clearly the highlight. There were four brass snakes, one around each leg, that coiled up the entire height of the black desk and the chair behind it followed suit. He had thick book about wandlore, which I noticed had been book marked about middway through along with a quill, ink and some parchment. (Notes?) "So," he closed (and locked) the door behind me " you came to say your sorry?" He gave me that look that said he didn't believe me again.

"Yes." I said trying to formulate a coherent apology, which proved harder than I previously thought. I rarely ever said sorry to anyone at all and my noticing of his locking the door might not have helped either. It was never a good thing to be locked in the room with The Dark Lord, even if you are his daughter. In his mind not one person was allowed to harm me, unless that person was him. (Of course. Ha. The last person I would want to be hurt by.) "I'm sorry for sneaking out. That was wrong and completely unacceptable."

"Well I never thought I'd see the day." he smiled maliciously. "But you do seem to be missing something. What was it?" I'd hoped he wouldn't catch that I'd completely left out my insulting him but of course not. (Stupid me for thinking I could outsmart The Dark Lord, again. Geesh. Apparently I'll never learn.) "Ahh, yes. I remember, but do you?"

(Was he insulting my intellegence? No way would I let that go. Nuh uh. Over my dead body.) "Oh, I remember, but I will not apologize for speaking the truth. Just because your to stuck up to handle it, doesn't make it not true. And you know what, I'm so sick of this Potter obssesion you have. I mean I get it, really I do, but if you would've just acted like it was nothing and told everyone to just kill Potter on first sight he'd be dead long before now and you know it. And not one person would've had a second thought about it, or your power because that's what this is about. Your power. Because if you can't kill Potter then no one else should be able to, right? Wrong. Your allowing him live because of your thick head and I think he will be the death of you. Can't you see that he's blinding you?" As soon as those words left my mouth I regreted them. It was like pouring salt on his open wound, but like him I could only take so much (which was not a lot at all) before I snapped.

He'd withdrawn his wand before I could even think to grab mine and as I went to procure it from my robes I felt the stabbing pain that brought me to my knees.

"How dare you speak to me like that! How dare you even think of drawing your wand on me! You ungrateful prat!" He yelled over my screams. He realeased the curse and he siezed my wand from my robes as I panted heavily trying to recover some before the inevitable second blow. He wasted no time in delivering his punishment. After what felt like hours, but was in fact only about five minutes, I began deluding myself into thinking that each time he had taken the pain away he was finally finished which made it that much more painful when he delivered the curse once again. I'd really done it this time. (And my body would definetly be dead.)

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Standing up feeling weak and wobbly as my father had stormed from the room in a worse mood than when I had entered, Snape asked if I was okay. He'd apparently been walking past when the door was thrown open. Surprised that he truely meant it I answered kindly for a change. "I will be."

"Anything I can do?"

I looked at him in shock. "No." I said curtly begining to walk out of the room, but by the time I made it to the hallway I nearly passed out. It was lucky that Snape was there though and being nice because I would have smacked my head on the corner an ornate table if his hands hadn't found me.

"Easy there." he said holding me up. "Wouldn't want you dead now would we?"

(What?) I settled for a "Yeah right."

"Seriously, that wouldn't be good for anyone."

"Whatever." I wished that I could come up with a more sarcastic response but I really can't think right now. My head is pounding and it seems that every muscle in my body was just torn to shreds.

"Here," he adjusted our positioning so that my right arm was on his shoulder and his left arm wrapped around my waist. "let me help you."

I didn't object because whether I liked it or not I could use the help, but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it. So I purposely frowned. Ha.

Snape, leading me down the hall without a word, began smiling. "What are you smirking at?" I asked with the frown on my face. "And my room's that way." I stated pointing to the right when he'd begun to steer me to the left.

"Oh I know."

"Why are we going this way then?" I asked thoughtfully. "Wait," I'd stopped us from walking "how do you know where my room is?"

He looked over to me wondering why on earth I'd made him stop, I saw his eyes grow wide as the words left my lips. "Heard the Malfoys talking about it." seemed to be the only answer he could muster up, which I could tell was a complete lie. "And I'm taking you to the kitchen. You'll feel better after you've eaten something."

Snape started leading me again. He threw me off with the kitchen thing and unfortunately I said my first thought out loud. "You can cook?"

"Ha ha. No, definetly not. But beleive it or not Narcissa can. And I hear that your not so bad a cook yourself."

Now that was an understatment. I'm a great cook. I'm good, at the very least, at everything I do. "And you sound surprised. I should be insulted. I am good at everything I do."

"That's not true."

"What?" I was shocked. I seemed to be shocked way to often lately for my own good.

"Well for starters your not all that good at walking right now." he pretty much laughed the words out.

"I can walk just fine thank you." I tried to pull away but he seemed to have some sort of death grip on my waist so I stopped trying.

"And you obviously aren't good at apologizing." he ignored my comment. "And your terrible at following rules. And-"

"Okay, okay. Please stop." I pleaded not wanting to hear more of my faults.

Snape laughed. "Fine, If you insist."

"I do."

We walked in silence for for a moment. Which was good because because it gave me time to remember my earlier question. "Hey, you never answered me as to why you were smirking."

And he smirked all over again as if I'd just reminded him of a really funny joke. What the hell was so funny? "I was just thinking of that time that Brooks tried to hit on you and he went all touchy feely and you'd said that you'd kill any Death Eater that tried to wrap their arms around your waist."

"Yeah. Well, I don't see how that's funny. He deserved what he got."

"Well, I was just thinking that I'm still here"

It was then that I truely realized that this man did have his arm around my waist. I mean I'd known that, but my mind did seem to have processed that fact. And now that my mind has, I am seriously considering following through with my previous threat.

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Again FYI: I'll probably be changing the name of the story soon.